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talk that way, Bramin. Your loves are intense. Your hatreds fester. In youth, you would damn all children
for a single taunt and despise every man of Forste-Mar for a glare.Now, Bramin, would you condemn
yourself to exile to avoid a challenge?"



"A challenge!"Bramin shook free from Silme's grip. "Halfrija degraded me by calling upon a privilege
rejected for centuries. Even Queen Agnete, who wrote the law, never invoked it for herself or her
daughters."



Silme's reply came soft as a cat's purr. "But Halfrija knew you could fulfill it."



"What?"



Silme framed a smile of triumph. "Halfrija doesn't hate you. For the last decade you have trained in a
distant land eleven months of the year. Yet Halfrija never married in your absence."



Bramin scowled, unconvinced.



Silme rose from the pallet and knelt before Bramin. She caught his hands. "Here a woman is judged by
the worth of her man. She must make certain her husband can protect her from bandits and raiders."



Silme's blue-tinged aura dwarfed Bramin's, so dimmed was it with exhaustion. The jade rank sorcerer
grunted. "You know I can."
 Silme concurred. "I know. But magic seems more alien to Halfrija than the sharp, dark features and
red-hued eyes she has learned to accept. She understands swordplay."



Bramin wavered.



Silme pressed. "Who is the best warrior in this town?"



"Me?"